Don’t Say It, I Love You, As Hate I Those, Who Say It, I Love You So Cheaply (Do Not Show The False Dreams Of Love) Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Don’t, don’t say it that, I love you, love you,
If you have to, say it to others, to somebody else, but not to me
As I am not your beloved
Nor you my love

And I know it, you will love me, love me of course
And will go away someday unsaid
Dumping me elsewhere,
You will be after and after me following

For a few days, for sometime
Trying to keeping me in good spirits,
Keeping a watch on as how to take care of
Of my entertainment and pleasure

But after loving me so affectionately, you will turn away,
This I know it, know you too,
You are not the same lover promising so often
And have seen so many lovers painted and grayed like you

Promising, taking the oath, swearing in the name of God
Of being true and sincere,
But loving after will move away most kindly,
Making the innocent and simple girl weep miserably

And she weeping, breaking down in tears so much,
With the red eyes unable to control her emotions
And you moving away so cruelly crushing over tender buds
To search another beauty queen or mistress of yours

As have come to know it, have come to feel it,
Love is not love,
The dreams which it shows, fades it away
As love is not love, as say they really

Who loves the heart, who the soul of the beloved,
Everybody loves it the body of flesh and blood,
Who the lover of the beating heart
And the soul in lamentation to console the broken self?